B. Ryan Baker Poems

We turn off the tv, the dvd player, as well as the lights.
Getting up off the couch, I follow her into the bedroom.
Seeing the queen sized bed and box spring, I’m grateful to no longer be sleeping on an inflatable camping mattress.
She’s already in her pajamas and I strip down to my t-shirt and boxers.
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As I read the book,
I realized why she loved me.

She was my Lydia,
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So far from a white mask on a speaker.
The holes in the green and tan vans sneakers.
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